Thursday, August 02, 2007
I Give Up Tootsies...Both of You
I am really not one to complain about pain. I have a very high tolerance to pain that goes all the way back to my first experiences with pain. Childbirth. But, I am telling you that for the last several years I have experienced FOOT pain. I mean pain. I just lived with it for a couple of years and used it as a good excuse to not walk miles every night with my energetic friends. I finally went to the podiatrist last year. I loathe having to go to the dr. and if you know me you know I like to wait until the last minute to go seek medical advice. However, I really needed my feet to work. Painlessly. To carry my body to all the things I like to do without hobbling and grimacing. Plus, against my mother's advice I just couldn't give up all my cute heels ( or Barbie shoes ) and other inappropriate footwear for a person with foot pain. I learned to smile and prance. SO, I did have a condition called plantar facsiatis which probably means exruciating foot pain. There were 3 options for treatment.
1. Oral medication ( another Rx to take ) that contained steroids that would cause some (?) weight gain. I OPTED NO DEAL.
2. Surgery if it worsened and caused a spur. I would hate to wait for worsening!
3. Painful steroid injections in my feet at the sight of the painful areas. He did honestly mention the word painful. I thought, "C'mon. I have had 3 children, 2 heart attacks, 1 million sprained ankles (OUCH) because I am clumsy like that, 4 million cases of strep throat, a tonsillectomy, and other female type surgeries." This was an overweight man on a rolling dr. chair who had not walked a day in his life. What did he know about pain? "BRING IT ON" , I said. "I can take pain." Let me clarify that he knew what he was talking about. I lost count of the number of slowly administered injections I got on the soles of my little feet. Especially after I withered back against the paper table trying to act brave and ask for a bullet to bite on. Or a glass of something stronger than water. Or someone's hair to pull. But, it worked. Several days later I was pain free. Six months of no pain until a couple of months ago. DENIAL is my middle name. But, I think I may be about ready to call for another appointment.
The hot sand at the beach last week didn't work.
A lovely and HOT foot soak didn't work.
Rest didn't help. Did I say rest?
I think all my dreams of being a ballet dancer or just being coordinated are over. You may not have ever realized that I wanted to take ballet when I was younger. I think I just wanted to learn to walk without falling over curbs or invisible things. The being graceful part of ballet. It doesn't help my self image that my daughters are all dancers/ex cheerleaders/ marathon runners ! I always wanted to be like them when I grew up.
But, if I don't get my poor feet in shape I am going to look like this. As with all my other problems, I am going to go down swinging. Or scooting.